| At that moment she had come to a shocking realization.
Her mother didn't really love her, just the idea of her. She remembered all those stories her mother had weaved about being so joyful when she found out she was pregnant with a girl. After have two monster sons who wouldn't be? Yet every recollection of her mother was tainted with a piercing criticism.
"You really need to lose some weight."
"Oh I think you would so pretty if you put on some make up."
"I know your trying to save money, but you should buy something nicer to wear?"
"Why don't you want to hang with your cousin? She's so pretty and smart. You really could learn from her."
"You got an A? That's great honey. Oh, there is a sale at the mall today!"
As tears left a watery trail upon her cheek she knew with every fiber of her being that she was a disappointment to her mother. She wasn't the slimmed figured girl her mother had wanted. Too bulky and big boned to pull off the dainty look her mother was fond of. She wasn't overly ambitious, having gone to community college while all her friends had gone to prominent UCs. She wasn't the shopping partner her mother wanted so badly. She sighed and wiped away her tears.
It was always the same. They'd clash, her mother would toss cutting remarks and she would stomp into her room. She'd stare at the razor stashed in her drawer until her mother came knocking to apologize out of obligation. What kind of mother would she be if she didn't? When she realized that her mother loved her for the simple fact that she was her mother and they shared a relation through blood, a batch of tears washed through her. She took a deep breath and wiped away her tears as she came to a conclusion. 'Fuck her' and promptly did a one finger salute to the closed doorway.
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Bleh, I lost where I was going and started winging it. | 
